993-jason

Dance on top a blade

Imma go crawl across the broken glass towards a fictive throne
Gimme your diagnose n sever every limb watch em regrow
Imma go cut right through the bone n rip the heart out cause I crave that soul
Dance on top a blade
I got a murderer ingested you don't wanna reap the grave
Got me hungry I turn Tsukiyama let me have a taste
Even the remnant of my corpse will turn a verdant plain to waste
Suicide curses runnin rampage you been signed up for a

Death race 1k-seven on my mind nothing but centipedes
Face to face with jason watch me make the reaper bleed
Shadow blade inside my spine come waste those chains on me

Every inch you cut me deeper
Only fuels my rage
cs you‘re carving up my skin
With your serrated blade
Learned to walk on all my broken bones
Should have left me in the catacombs

Got a hint of that taste and now it's dripping from my fuckin teeth
Finally I'm awake and now revenge is all I fuckin reap
Neck go snap when you talk like that
You a pussy motha fucka you ain't never come back
I can take that pain cuz it ain't that bad
I be runnin from the devil when he's on my fuckin back
I be drippin like I'm rollin all up in my sin
Carbon copy's tryna jack my flow but that shit cringe
Catch me rising from the ash again
Run up on me and I'll break your fucking head

Death race 1k-seven on my mind nothing but centipedes
Face to face with jason watch me make the reaper bleed
Shadow blade inside my spine come waste those chains on me